Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
UT,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
The Human League,
Television,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.